Holy crap… I kinda forgot about this with all the other fics I started up before finishing this… So here I am. Finishing it. Finally. After a year... THIS WILL NOT be the last chapter, still too much for me to tie up to finish it now… But here it is, the much awaited 7th chapter. :)

Right, warning: Coarse language, references to the explicit smut happenings in Chapter Five. Ummmmmmmm, I think that's all though. (1800)

~Satan

An hour goes by. Then two. Three. Soon the time is gone so fast, it feels like minutes since we started playing Little Big Planet. Flaym eventually turns off the system in favor of ordering pizza, because how else would you end a day of gaming? While we're waiting for our food to arrive, we lounge on the couch and talk about nothing. This. This is all I've wanted for so long. Peace, comfort. A normal life. Nothing like I've had before.

As our laughter dies down to nothingness and silence, I feel the urgent need to say his name "Flaym..?" I smile as it leaves my lips for some reason and he turns to look at me. I have no idea what I would have said, but I was saved from having to explain my childish reasoning by the doorbell ringing, signifying dinner's arrival. Flaym flips himself up, off the couch and onto his feet, grabbing his wallet on the way to the door. My small smile widens and suddenly I'm grinning like an idiot for no reason. Flaym comes back in the room, empty handed and with a look of discontent on his face. Confusion sweeps over me until another figure follows behind him and I see who it is. The bewilderment fades into disbelief into anger into confusion once more. "Marshall..? Wh-What are you doing here..?"

"I…. I wanted to apologize." Despite his usually cocky presentation, he seems nervous. Awkward. Then he goes and does the thing in movies. "Can we talk?" He asks before glancing toward Flaym. "Privately?" I roll my eyes at him but agree, walking past him and out the front door. I sit on the front porch, my legs dangling off the high deck.

"What did you want?" I swing my legs back and forth and glance over at him, his dark hair covering his downturned face, hands braced on the edge of the deck, legs hanging off same as mine.

He seems to sigh before lifting his head. "I'm sorry. I… I didn't think. I wasn't any better than that fucking douchebag who hurt you so much. I don't even know what I'm doing here because I know. I know, even if you want to believe me, even if you want to forgive, and you will you're too damn nice, you won't be able to. I know that. You know that. I just….. I didn't want you to believe that I only wanted to hurt you. That's bullshit. I didn't want you to be hurting so much. I just… I don't want to hurt you like that again. I hate myself more than you do for doing it. And I'm sorry. I am. I know that doesn't change anything or make it any better, but I'm sorry." With that, he doesn't let me even respond, he gets up. It's almost like a movie, but I'm not letting him go so easily. I launch myself up and at him, landing on his back, my arms around his shoulders.

"You didn't mean it. I know. Yes, it hurt. But not anymore. You came here. You apologized. You are sorry. I know. I just… need some time." With that, I kiss his cheek before hopping off him and going back into the house, spotting the delivery person as I walk in. I let Flaym know as I sit down. I believed Marshall, he really is sorry, but just because I know that doesn't mean the hurt is gone. I curl up into myself on the couch, hugging my knees until Flaym walks back in, pizza in hand. I sit up, putting up a farce of happiness. Yes, it feels better, but Marshall's visit just ripped the stitches made of bliss out of the wound he had gauged into my heart.

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"Dammit!" I shout at nothing as I slam my head against the steering wheel. I couldn't believe I just did that. What the fuck was I thinking? When he saw me, he was scared. He… I couldn't believe I did that to him. When the hell had I turned into.. This? "Fuck…" I try to calm myself enough to be able to drive. But then Flaym walks out. That fucking prick! I could tell. I knew damn well I should have asked Jake or Finn to take in Gummy. If I were to be honest though, I was angrier with myself than Flaym. He hasn't done anything. Yet. Fuck. Damn, there went any calm I had achieved, so I try again. This time, I'm able to get myself out of the driveway and through the five minute drive back to my house. Fuck. I fucked up…

I know… This is hella short, I'm sorry.

But! In good news, I finally got myself my own computer rather than having to share with eight other people, so I have even more time available for me to type. :)

~Satan